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Histories & Descrpition for Sephinume's (Rock's) Characters.

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MEEYA FELIDAE~
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Name: Meeya Felidae

Race: Human

Height: 6’2”

Weight: 140-lb

Appearance: Tall, eloquent, and graceful, Meeya is what somebody would expect from a Royal family. She has fair, white skin, and is well built and toned for her age. She normally walks about in a long, hooded, layered robe decorated with ornaments of bone and leather, patterned with gold and white lacing on the fringes of the outfit. Meeya has fairly long hair, reaching down to the small of her back, though few rarely ever see it. She’s somewhat self conscious about her face, tending to hide her scar underneath her hood.

Eye Color: Sky-Blue

Hair Color: White

Notable Features: Aside from her unnatural white hair, she boasts a wide, jagged scar originating from just beside her left eye, and travels un-neatly across the bottom portion of her face where it disappears towards her collarbone.

Picture: http://www.flickr.com/photos/71919979@N ... /lightbox/

-= Personality =-

Favorite Food: Chicken~

Likes: Dancing, expressing her culture, combat, staying to herself.

Dislikes: Being crowded, people nit-picking at her, being told to do things she doesn’t want to do, especially if it has something to do with fighting.

Favorite Color: Purple

Fears: Not having control of herself, not having a degree of control in a given situation, unable to help people.

-= Background =-

History: Meeya was born unto a high caste family in a world where militarism and war ran rampant among its surface. The Great War of Tenza, as it was later called, wrought death and destruction throughout the feudal planet for the last five-hundred years. Nobody really remembers what started the terrible conflict or who made the first blow, but the two opposing factions showed no signs of slowing down. One of the factions, calling themselves the Khama, claimed that they were tasked by their Gods to conquer, annihilate, and destroy any infidels that don’t worship them. The opposing faction of the Dervs, who have held on to their culture and practices since the first recordings of history and time, claimed they were acting in self-defense. Due to the Dervs extremely proud nature, for every drop of their own blood spilled upon the green of the land, they lashed out ten-fold, thus locking them into eternal conflict.

The Great War of Tenza did not only affect every man, woman, and child, but it affected the world itself. Lands were plundered and burned, minerals and resources ran dry, economies and ecosystems crashed, and all that was left was a charred, beaten world. Technological advancements proved impossible, and the state of the world was quickly deteriorating. Combatants from both sides were eventually forced to wait until one of their comrades died in order to pick up a weapon and fight. It was truly a gruesome practice, but anything else proved futile. The lust for power, control, and the destruction of one-another blinded them, and they would stop it nothing to wipe each other off the world once and for all.

Meeya was born when the war was at its bleakest. She and a few choice others were kidnapped by the Dervs as a small child before they razed the village. Barely at the age of crawling on her own, the Dervs raised her under false parents. As soon as she was old enough to understand, they began to warp her mind to their own satisfaction, telling her that her real parents were slain by the Khama at birth. This planted the seed of revenge as has been done to many children before her. She continued to grow, reveling in her despair and anguish against the Khama. She became depressed, and eventually became ill under the stress she put on her own body. The illness threatened to kill her, draining all color from her skin, eyes, and even her hair. Yet somehow, she was able to pull through, cheating death for the first time. With her newfound resolve and every growing vengeance, she pushed through the rest of her childhood years.

At the age of thirteen, she was sent to attend the Arts of War School. She trained under a variety of military tactics and weapons, favoring the mighty scythe above all else. Meeya quickly proved to be an adept fighter, even besting the more advanced students above and beyond her class. With quick wit and a seemingly infinite prowess in combat, she quickly stood among the most elite of fighters and tacticians the school had to offer. Right before her graduation, however, fate decided to test Meeya’s resolve once more. As part of her eighteenth birthday initiation into adult-hood, as well as graduation from the Arts of War, Meeya was tasked to battle a fellow Derv. She was awarded a special scythe to complete the ceremony; a scythe comprised almost completely of ornamental bone, and a large, curved blade feeding out of a skull’s lower jaw. Much to Meeya’s disdain, she soon found out that this was no ordinary sparring match, but a fight to the death. Normally, Derv laws forbid such a thing, but the old man sitting before her was deemed a traitor, and sentenced to death.

The man did not attempt to plead his case, in fact, he admitted to high treason. But he threw in a twist: he was not a Derv to begin with. According to this man’s story, he was a Khama village elder before it was destroyed. He went under-cover deep into Derv territory to provide information to his people, but above all else, to find his lost daughter. The man claimed that this woman, Meeya, who stood before him as his executioner, was indeed his daughter. The claim met volatile reactions from the crowd, booing, hissing, and throwing rocks in an effort to silence him before too much damage was done. He begged and pleaded Meeya to open her eyes and realize what they have done to her. In a fit of rage and confusion, Meeya struck the man, cleaving him clean in half. Now standing over his lifeless, frail body, she notices something clutched in his hand. As she bends down to retrieve the item, she realizes it’s half of a silver necklace, a precious material that hasn’t been seen in ages. Her thoughts drift to what she wore on her own neck, an identical silver necklace fused with a strong magic against its removal from her form, a necklace that read in old symbols “When there is…”. It’s meaning was never clear to her, so she thought of it nothing but a nuisance that she couldn’t remove.

Later that night, she dwelled in a world of confusion and doubt. What if everything that man said was true? Meeya wanted answers, and there was only one way to find out. She began to study the old man’s necklace, deciphering its symbols and meanings at a snail’s pace. Frustrated, she laid her head upon the table, twirling the necklace around her finger. A moment of lost concentration caused the necklace to fall, and as she hunched down out of her chair to pick it up, the necklace suddenly emitted a bright glow as it magically fused with her own. Dazed, Meeya attempted to remove her necklace once again, and much to her surprise, it slipped right off. After spending a few minutes to catch her breath, she then realized that there were added symbols upon it. “When there is love, there is peace.”……

For the first time in her life, Meeya cried herself to sleep that night. What the old man had claimed was true, and the revelation wracked at her very soul. She contemplated killing herself… Then she contemplated killing everybody in this city-village. But something told her that killing wouldn’t solve anything, and she would only wind up dead herself. She thought about returning to the Khama, but after all that has been done, they would probably kill her, too. She opted to flee her home and started living off of the ravaged land. She worked different odds and ends jobs, including mercenary work, to keep herself afloat in this world. The war was near its end, and not because either side would have a chance to win… The war was near its end because the world has given up. Tattered, beaten, torn, and charred, this once magnificent world was borderline inhospitable, and in the end, neither faction would ever emerge victorious.

FARAGO SA'UUK~
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Name: Farago Sa’uuk

Race: Cathar (Human/Custom)

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 140-lb

Appearance: Symbolic to that of a snow leopard, Farago’s skin is stark white, almost all covered in very short, fine, white fur. Throughout her fur, however, lie strange, simple patterns that are evenly spread out across her entire form. The markings are inconclusive, and have no bearing other than an identifiable tattoo from which she is easily recognized. Beyond her distinguishable markings, she bears the unmistakable features of a Cathar: somewhat wide, pointed ears, deep, catlike eyes set within a fair, slender face, a slender, flat nose, and at last a long, wiry tail. Farago is young for a Cathar, sporting top physical shape which accompanies her trim and muscular physique.

Eye Color: Yellow

Hair Color: White

Notable Features: Farago’s distinguishable tattoos that she generally doesn’t hide, and her traditional Cathar heritage and physique.


-= Personality =-


Favorite Food: Fish? Who knows… She generally likes to eat anything, even vegetables and greens.

Likes: Tranquility and serenity, Farago likes her alone time. She has no qualms helping people in need, and generally searches for Good Samaritan deeds from time to time.

Dislikes: Farago doesn’t like violence, although she knows that it’s always a possibility. She dislikes not being taken seriously because of her strange heritage, even for Jedi.

Favorite Color: Yellow

Fears: Falling too quickly to her emotions and learning her Master’s and family’s fate.


-= Background =-


History: Little Farago was born unto Jade and Dmitri Ziniundri on the planet of Kabray, located on the elusive Outer Rim. Her parents were politicians that took great pride in their work, claiming ownership of the coveted Kabray Embassy. The Embassy was an extremely dangerous job, as were most working establishments during that time period. Many establishments were settled throughout the forests and mountains of the small planet, but its real main attraction was the Kabray Space Station that orbited the world. This station was held in high regard as an excellent meeting place for diplomats from all over the galaxy. Sith and Jedi travel around the station as well, and despite high tensions, Kabray and its famous Space Station remained neutral. Even though Kabray claimed neutrality, the hidden hand of violent political plays and sabotage littered its surface.

When Farago was born, there was rumor of a potential overturn in power, and a start of a new war. As a result, nervous politicians and diplomats started violently targeting each other in flaunts of power. Trust was eventually destroyed, and the entire Kebray Station fell into a silent chaos as the invisible force of backstabs, sabotage, and disappearances related to politician’s power plays began to occur more and more frequently. Smugglers, bounty-hunters, and small time crime lords began to take over the planet, seizing the opportunity to wreak as much havoc as possible to influence any elections of power in their favor. Kebray slowly became more and more dangerous with each passing day, and it was taking its effect on the natives and locals.

In light of these recent developments, Farago’s parents decided to call upon trustworthy babysitters while they were out working at the station day after day, not wanting to compromise her safety. Unfortunately, the pair was forced to work nearly all day, every day, as they had extensive amounts of debts to pay off to various sources and clients. However, the couple was happy to do it for their precious daughter who meant everything in the world to them. They had made several attempts to have children, as Catharians usually bear children in the form of a litter. After finally succeeding, much to their misfortune, only Farago survived. At one point while walking in the market, Jade and Dmitri were ambushed by mercenaries, seeking form of payment from an unauthorized Black Market trade between the Kebray Embassy and the Malkiors, a violent street gang. The mercenaries’ price for negotiation? The child was to be sold into slavery. At that very moment, a young Catharian woman happened to walk by and simply gave the mercenaries an undisclosed amount of credits. With no words to speak for her actions, the woman simply disappeared into the crowd.

Although Jade and Dmitri never understood what had happened that day, they were eternally grateful to keep their daughter. Little did they know, however, that the woman would be destined to reappear a few years later to save their daughter once more. When Farago was a few short months from four years of age, she had gone through a plethora of sitters and guardians that were payed quite well for their services, but never stayed any longer than a couple of months. They had claimed that Farago demonstrated strange powers and they absolutely refused to be any part of it. Jade and Dmitri were concerned over these expressions, but have never once witnessed such demonstration of power as they came to describe. One after another, it was always the same: levitating objects, precognitive events, broken telepathy, and violent shuddering of the household when Farago was upset. When her parents were utterly exhausted and out of options, the mysterious woman once again reappeared to help. She would watch Farago free of charge, no matter how much Jade insisted that she should be payed.

On the eve of Farago’s fourth birthday, Jade and Dmitri were summoned by the woman to hold an important meeting upon the Kapray Station while somebody else watched Farago. She revealed her name as Sylvar, and she explained in the Catharian tongue, for fear of being listened in on, that she was a member of the Jedi Order. Shocked, Farago’s parents were initially afraid of Sylvar, as they saw Jedi to be a harbinger of doom and war. Sylvar calmly explained her allegations, claiming that she wished take Farago to the Jedi Academy on Dantooine for training. Dmitri immediately refused, but erred on the side of uncertainty when Jade made known her wishes against her daughter staying on this dangerous world. Reluctantly, Dmitri agreed to this course of action, and Sylvar was allowed to take Farago to the Jedi Enclave on Dantooine, much to the little Cathar’s displeasure.

The Masters of the Enclave were somewhat distrusting of the little Farago. Seeing that she was belligerent and foolhardy concerned them, and they initially declined her admission into the Jedi Academy. After a long, drawn out process, Sylvar managed to somewhat convince the council to grant Farago admission under her rule, as a sort of premature Padawan. Ultimately, Sylvar overlooked the Council’s immediate decision and began training her in the Jedi Way, working to calm her mind and soul until she was truly ready to undertake the path of a Padawan. Farago’s beginning trials were not as easy as most; the Council tended to forget her existence from time to time, and was often turned a blind eye from the other Padawans and students of the Enclave. With Master Sylvar’s help, however, Farago underwent a spiritual metamorphosis that helped her press on. She learned discipline to its highest extent, honor to its highest elevation, and tranquility to its highest reaches, much to the Council’s surprise.

Farago was shortly given the title of Padawan, given to Master Sylvar upon her own request. For twenty long, grueling, yet fun-filled and insightful years, little Farago followed Sylvar to the far reaches of the galaxy and grew into a fine, young woman. Once she learned to control it, Farago was adept at using the force. As much as she liked to harness its power, however, she excelled at combat with a vibro blade, and eventually, a full-fledged light saber. When she had built her first light saber, an extremely important achievement in a Padawan’s stage of life, Farago had found out that a traditional handle was too small for her hands to get a good grip on it. Eventually, she stripped the light saber of its parts and completely customized a new one. Its odd design included an abnormally long handle, measuring nearly two feet in length, as well as a slightly modified emitter matrix that increased the blades length a few inches longer than most standard light sabers. This led Farago to genuinely create a brand new, farfetched fighting style for herself, which perplexed the Council, to say the least. Despite her aggressiveness during combat, she almost never activated her saber, preferring to use the long, reinforced plated handle to beat her opponent into submission rather than kill them outright. This also earned high marks from both Master Sylvar, and the Council.

It seemed like Farago led a perfect life, but no such fragile things last for an indefinite amount of time. During her Trial into Jedi Knighthood, her Master issued the command to travel to Dromund Kaas, the self proclaimed Imperial Capital of the Galaxy, to investigate claims of a secret Sith training area. After a few days of collecting information, Farago found the secret training area nestled deep in the jungle, just out of reach of The Dark Temple. Unfortunately, Farago’s curiosity got the better of her as she set an expedition to The Dark Temple before confronting the training camp. She soon found out that the Temple was a living, breathing, evil place, as her mind was assaulted again and again by a will greater than her own. She quickly fled the Temple before her mind could be assailed any further, but her brush with the Dark Side compromised her identity. The Sith confronted Farago outside the Temple’s gate, cornering her between utter annihilation of blades, or the everlasting torment of The Dark Temple. She fought valiantly, forced to strike down the lesser Sith Acolytes until only an apprentice, and a Master remained.

Drained and exhausted, Farago was easily brought to her knees by the ruthless barrage of attacks. Before the final blow was struck, Farago dropped her weapon and screamed, unleashing a horrid torrent of force, almost palpable with malice and fear. The poor Cathar had given in to her emotions as the Dark Side of the force flowed through her, amplified greatly by The Dark Temple’s presence. Farago was afraid, and didn’t want to die… That’s all she remembered as she blacked out; the Dark Side had complete control over her mind and spirit. When she finally awoke, she found herself standing over the tattered, almost unidentifiable remains of both the apprentice and his Master, literally torn to bits by the Force itself. Distraught by her actions, Farago immediately returned to Dantooine to meditate, finding her inner peace once more before confronting the Council, and more importantly, Master Sylvar.

The Jedi Council, pleased by her success, yet displeased by her actions and unfounded exploration of the Dark Temple, as well as undeniably giving into the Dark Side for a brief moment, convened with the Jedi Order on Coruscant on the matter. Grand Master Yoda himself brought the verdict, claiming with great curiosity, “Young, this one is… See, and understand the nature of the Force, she does. A Knight of the Jedi Order, she will become. But listen, she must… Touched by a taste of dark power, you are, and keep in check your feelings and emotions, you must. Be mindful of the present and of the force, and free you shall be.”

And so her graduation into Knighthood was decided, yet there still remained one problem for the young Farago. Master Sylvar completely disappeared, and it was only later that she had learned word of a pending war on her home planet of Kabray itself. Master Sylvar was last seen boarding a vessel to the Kabray Space Station in quite a hurry, and revelation of this news was foreboding at the very least. Something didn’t feel right to Farago, as if sensing something would go terribly wrong on Kabray. Against her better judgment, she boarded her own vessel to her home world in search of Master Sylvar, and possibly her parents… But what she found there on her beloved planet was something far more terrible than she could have possibly imagined…
"Your faith is your weakness, human. We bow to no adversary! With the clamor of anvils and the thunder of guns, we rip each day from life's teeth! Our strength will shake the foundations of the world."
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